When I stepped out to go to work this morning, there was a smoky haze everywhere. It turns out that a fire on the waterfront has been blazing out of control all morning, and the smoke has been pouring everywhere. The surprising thing is that the fire’s a good distance away — the fire’s east of the Don Valley, and over here in clubland, the smoke is everywhere (although it’s no thicker than light morning fog). The smell of hickory is everywhere.
...and by that, I mean, being completely ignorant of the larger world outside the U.S.…
Wednesday, August 7, 1991: A sunny day at Toronto’s CNE Grandstand, and what a lineup:…
The cover painting says it all.